OPEN SUBMISSIONS

[goodconceited]

Common Texts: Read Me/Write Me Open Submissions PostA project for a class has had me thinking about common spaces, and what constitutes a common space. Where they are allowed, where they are not, how they operate, what brings people together and disperses them afterward, and how these things function. Specifically, because I am me, I started

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[anonymous]

Test for IP & anon.

Worry

[anonymous]

I worry about people all the time. Big people, small people, the people in other countries, and the people in my own country. I would sometimes like to take an activist role with these things, but I am afraid that if I do people will see that I am actually a fraud and often scared to death. That although I feel about these things, I do not do so to a great enough extent to fix all the problems that I am aware of. And what would happen if I did/could influence all these problems for the better? Would there just be more problems waiting in the wings to take over and become new worries?

try

[anonymous]

there may be more problems in the wings, but also new solutions in the works.

Confused.

[anonymous]

It's odd, really. I think I'm a pessimist, quiet and insecure about myself, an introvert of sorts. Lately I've found it hard to communicate with the same sort of people I find and call to be my best friends, my greatest strengths.

I've always been this way, but not this bad. Paranoid might be a good word. I feel like no matter what I do, I'm socially awkward, and that the few I hold close are being suffocated; I'm clinging to them too dearly and they want space, they're irritated and annoyed and I feel like I'm the cause. If I'm not, then what could be it? What is the cause? They only get this way around me, so I must at least be contributing?

These people make me so happy, but then I think about it and suddenly these people make me the saddest I've ever been. it interchanges to frequently, so quickly, I can't tell what's what anymore. I'm so confused.

Courage

[anonymous]

I wish I had the courage to tell my friends when they hurt me, or when I'm just plain hurting.

Re: Courage

[anonymous]

I found myself at this place with my own friends, not that long ago.

Telling them they were hurting me is among the hardest things I've had to do in my life. I'm not sure if it made me a better person, being able to tell people to shut up and standing my ground when they were offending and hurting me, or just a mean one. Some of my friendships didn't survive it. They just became offended.

But it's made the ones that did so much stronger.

I hope you find the courage one day, anon.

Feelings

[anonymous]

Some days I wish I had the audacity to let my true feelings be known but every time I get close to it I wuss out. But then I think...why bother? It's never done me any good in the past, why would it not backfire now like it's always done before?